I have devoted the world to you, my hair has turned white, and my youth has been wasted, but in the end I cannot see the peach blossoms in the golden age with you. ——Chu Fangzhi
Chu Fangzhi
He had never known how hard it was to like someone. No one had ever told him or taught him. Only then can we know, only then can we know, only then can we know.
"Ah Jue, I came to play with you."
"Ah Jue, do you like this world? What's so gratifying?"
"Ah Jue, I will give you this world, okay? Are you happy?"
"Ah Jue, what's mine is yours."
"Ah Jue, I thought you treated me well."
"Chu Jue."
Chu Jue
He couldn't accept it. He is a man, the hand he should hold should be soft and white catkin, and the person beside him should not be equally talented.
"Third Prince, don't be playful."
"Who wouldn't be happy with the country and the country?"
"Chu Fangzhi. I'm happy."
"What's yours is mine, okay."
"Chu Fangzhi, in fact, I have always treated you well."
"I didn't know... That the visitor would be buried with honors as an emperor."
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Regardless of whether it is a person or an object, it cannot be compared to what time has attached to you. It does not fade away, but it has become a very ridiculous existence by the time you discover it.
You once regarded him as your deepest and most anticipated person, but now looking back, you suddenly realize that it was nothing more than that, you didn't get anything, and you couldn't get anything.
Chu Fangzhi, can you understand?